You know, I get it. It sounds weird. If I started dating someone new and we were talking about music we were into, I wouldn’t immediately lead him to throat singing. It’s an acquired taste, but once you’ve gotten used to the sound profile of throat singing, it’s easier to find it more than just...

The songs that were made under the direction of USA Records required a bit more polish. The result is a collection that is more melodic and poppy, with less scuzz and unpredictability than other ‘60s garage and psych comps, but are still fun, fast, and an absolute joy to listen to.

As much as I could sing the praises of Riot Grrrl and third-wave feminism’s role in the creation of some truly great music, what really made me excited was looking at the women who were doing it first -- the women all across the world who have been there since the very beginning, who were...

Rock would not exist without blues. Blues would not exist without slavery. Racial inequality would not exist without white people. If that’s the way you justify the belief that rock ‘n roll was birthed by The White Man, well, then shit, I can’t really argue with that logic.

I know there are people who like '80s metal a lot. There are enough of them that every single radio station has to play a Motorhead song at least once a day, or else the FCC will shut them down. It’s the law. Thanks, Obama.

Tucson is a weird place, a sanctuary for equally weird desert rats who presumably want the comforts of a city but prefer a certain level of isolation. And wouldn’t ya know it, a lot of the people who fall within that category happen to be musicians!

It’s really, really difficult to find collections of older music made by Native musicians that aren’t just 14 flute songs burned onto a CD by white people and sold for their profit at the Grand Canyon gift shop.